Debris Documentar

If you WANT to see someone poop...smell it. Peel off scabs...eat them. Suck on their own toes...and smell them...then you came to the right movie. I didn't even BEGIN to mention the really BAD AND SICKENING other things this film has to offer. Chances are that if you are thinking about pooping (I mean popping) this one into the 'ol DVD player,you already know what kind of a ride you are in for. The WEIRD THING IS...it's actually pretty well made. The quality of the film is not that bad...it's just if you have a weak stomach,I don't recommend this doozy for you...but if you like disturbing (and REAL gross footage) movies...I guess I could say give it a shot. I honestly don't know how to rank it on a 1 to 10 scale,so I'm just going to give it a solid 5. If you barf while watching this...don't say I didn't warn you.

Toodles.

Most reviews of "Debris Documentar" follow the same redundant pattern: descriptions of the countless disgusting acts in the film, interspersed with exclamations of how disgusting it all is. If those acts were to be listed here in detail – and this is no exaggeration – there would be no space left for an actual review. This is the debut feature (although it didn't properly surface until years later) of German filmmaker/public enemy Marian Dora, whose magnum opus remains "Melancholie der Engel" (2009) – a film which tops "most disturbing films" lists with alarming frequency. For many, "Debris Documentar" surpasses even that film.

Carsten Frank, who continued his association with Dora in "Cannibal" (2006) and "Melancholie", appears as himself in "Debris", although the film is clearly not a documentary. The lack of English subtitles prevents a complete understanding or reliable analysis of the film, but he appears to be a set dresser or propman on a film set. "Debris" follows Carsten through his daily routines (eating, showering, jogging, working, returning phone calls), juxtaposing this sense of the normal and mundane with endless scenes involving (in relentlessly explicit detail) urination, defecation, regurgitation, masturbation, ejaculation, self-mutilation, genital amputation, an enema, coprophilia, scatophagia, rotting carcasses and disemboweled animals. The guy even picks his nose and eats it.

"Debris Documentar" is something of a companion piece to Dora's "Melancholie". During the opening credits the title of the film is followed by a line which roughly translates as "Insights into the pre-production of Melancholie der Engel". Aside from the presence of several actors, both films are unmistakably the work of the same filmmaker; they share a similar visual aesthetic, atmosphere and iconography (rotting remains, dolls, spiders, sphincters), reflecting the same nauseating preoccupations of their maker. But whereas "Debris" contains much less violence and cruelty, it is stripped of the poetry and philosophical references that provided "Melancholie" with an otherworldly, even romantic atmosphere.

Instead, "Debris" aligns itself with a far less highbrow cultural phenomenon. Carsten has a neatly displayed video collection, loaded with horror and exploitation movies, including many video nasties. Actor David Hess (from video nasty cause celebre "The Last House on the Left"), whose songs were actually used in "Melancholie", makes a brief appearance here, and the voice of king of Eurosleaze Jess Franco (also responsible for several nasties) can be heard on the telephone several times during the film. Video nasty director Ulli Lommel, with whom both Marian Dora and Carsten Frank have collaborated a number of times, also shows up.

But back to the poo. Vomit, urination and defecation on camera is nothing new. Dora has declared the influence of many films of the 1970s on his own endeavors. Three landmarks of transgressive cinema of the mid-70s, banned throughout the world (having reached a much larger audience than Dora's film), come to mind when experiencing "Debris" – but each offers some kind of lens through which the shocking material is contextualized. For "Debris" is not tempered by the political polemics of "Salo", the surrealist playfulness of "Sweet Movie", or the innocence and tenderness of "Vase de Noces" (aka "The Pig F**king Movie").

More recently, there are links with fellow countryman Jorg Buttgereit, whose hugely controversial films (such as "Nekromantik" and "Der Todesking") deal with death, decay, mutilation and necrophilia. Dora and Buttgereit are clearly united in some of their obsessions, and their careers (sometimes even their lives) are constantly under threat due to the amount of controversy their work generates. The kinds of movies they are driven to make, unfortunately, are not rewarded by a cultural climate that encourages debate and interpretation of such confronting and repellent material.

But unlike any feature film before it, "Debris Documentar" filters this deconstruction of death and rot through a meditation on human waste – ironically intensifying the reactions of offended audiences with Dora's method of utterly deglamorizing the processes through which the body rids itself of natural debris. The amount of feces spilled in this film could probably sustain a small country's farming industry for a year. Carsten also gets off on smelling the interior of his sweaty shoes, jerks off while taking a dump, picks his nose, butthole, scabs and areas between his toes – and eats each and every nugget. This is the human animal at play; Carsten seems quite harmless, and nobody is getting hurt – at least until the descent into violence and sadism toward the end of the film, which contains unbelievably graphic images of sexual violence.

Through it all, Dora revels in challenging the viewer to find beauty in the darkest depths of depravity – where some believe that trying to push the body to its limits is a form of spiritual ascension. As the director himself puts it, you have to put your morality aside in order to engage with his films. It is clear that most viewers, even horror aficionados, are unable or unwilling to do this. If the sights and sounds of the very same bodily functions we are all condemned to perform daily is too much, do not fear – you can always go back to universally accepted forms of entertainment like murder, torture and rape.

Ultimately, with "Debris Documentar" perhaps Dora's sensibility is largely informed by the horror movies that line his character's shelves, and the environment Carsten works in – being part of a film crew and constantly filming his own depraved exploits. The corpses and dead animals he captures on camera hold the same fascination for him as the dolls and other props he works on. It is all simply raw material for his documentary of waste; life is an endless cycle of dirt, excrement, sexual gratification, death and decay. Is our disgust a sign of the success or of the failure of the film? Either way, I am reminded of that definitive slogan which accompanied advertisements for David Hess' most notorious and incendiary film: It's only a movie… only a movie… only a movie

It is not surprising because this film was not published until after Melancholie Der Engel. This movie was clearly made to shock and disgust people and that's what it does perfectly. A film with many scatological moments that are surprisingly real, most without special effects. A short and simple plot that has no relevance, the disgusting scenes are the most relevant thing about this film as its protagonist is a sadistic man with eschatological fetishes and a morbid taste for violence. What stands out is that this is someone who in the eyes of the public is an ordinary person, but secretly is a morbid fetishist. The fascinating thing about that is that it serves to reflect on people who we don't know what their private lives are like and what tricks they have. As always in Marian Dora's films, the visuals, editing and atmosphere are the best. This film goes beyond convention and you have to be very open-minded and have a strong stomach to see it. My rating for this movie is a 5/10.